The Lost Islands
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Lagoon

The Boss

Garmr

The Marauder

Peyote

The General

Marko

The Companions
None Druna None

The Thieves

Jormungandr
Khyber
Kristjan
Síhtríc
Tribulation

The Associates

Azizi
Atticus
Leukos
Lucifer
Salinger
Thranduil

The Soldiers

Kheldar
Vaingard
Rosto

The Trinkets

None

Boss's Decree

"For every brother you bring to our
midst, you may keep a trinket all to
yourself. She will not be sullied or traded, unless you deem otherwise. But should you bring a mare here without a new brother first, then I will consider her property of the Lagoon as a whole
and do with her as I see fit." - Garmr

The Offspring

None

Rules

• The Lagoon is where homeless stallions come to live as a brotherhood. Mares may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders.

• Soldiers keep mainly to fighting, Thieves keep mainly to raiding, and Associates may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Marauder or Boss for permission.

• All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Boss maintains order within the Lagoon and has the final say.

• Elections for leadership positions will be held every TLI summer, provided the qualifying criteria are met.

• You can find detailed information about how the Lagoon works on the Rules page.

• Upon election, the Boss can issue a rule for members to follow during their tenure. It is up to leadership to enforce.
the white trash circus
Posted on September 19, 2014 at 05:44:03 PM by PSYCHEDELIC

WE'RE THE DRUNKEN GODS OF THE LIVING DEAD
we're the voice, we're the voice, we're the voice in your head



Well, well, well. Would you look at that! The boss’s kid.

Not that it seemed to matter any from what Léon said next. Psychedelic watched the colt as he spoke, the bitterness bleeding into his words. “If it makes you feel any better, when my dad was here his dad was boss, and his dad didn’t spend time with him either.”

Well, actually, that was because your grandfather and the rest of the bachelors hated him, remember?

“Oh, right.” Psychedelic blinked. “I mean, uh, no one really liked my dad though. I don’t even know if I like my dad.”

Smooth going. You’ve just suggested no one likes this kid.

“Er! Not that I mean no one likes you. They probably like you. I like you, even though I just met you. My dad is,” but how to explain Narcissus to someone that had never met him? “He’s… different.” Psychedelic’s eyes narrowed and he nodded, as though drawing out the word would make it more impactful. It probably didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things, but the way he said it basically suggested that Narcissus was off his rocker. Which he was. Most definitely. Psychedelic only nodded again as little flashes of memories popped back here and there in his mind of time spend with dear old dad. It was definitely a good thing he was here and not back on the Mainlands, having father-son time. Good grief.

When Léon mentioned his mother didn’t like the way water made her coat look, Psychedelic gave a snort of laughter. “Kinda sounds like my dad – I mean – not the different bit.” He smiled sheepishly, hoping the kid didn’t think he was saying his mother was crazy. “When my dad lived here he’d spend hours every morning and night cleaning mud from his legs.” If he had an eyebrow, he’d have arched it as if to suggest, can you believe that shit? But he didn’t, so he just settled with a roll of his eyes in exasperation. “I met a weird girl in the meadow. It probably wasn’t the weird girl you met – there are lots of weird girls.” The little brown one that popped up every so often, the gold one that had smelled really good, the chestnut one he’d attacked in the Falls…

You really need to start getting their names. This list is becoming a burden.

Psychedelic chuckled and shifted his weight. “Lion, huh? That’s pretty cool!” Psychedelic had never seen a lion, but he’d heard about them. “Intimidating at least, it’ll pry be good to have a name like that when you’re older.” Another nod of his head as he agreed with his own words. “Deadly? Woah. Now that’s intimidating.”


we're the trash, we're the trash
WE'RE THE TRASH IN YOUR BED


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